"So, um, call me back if there is any harassment tonight..."

Well. My neighbor at the top of the hill has their HUGE camper/RV parked on the street. This is day three. I don't care they have one but it is parked in such a way (and the width and length has been fully opened and extended) that traffic cannot go up and down the street without fear of a head on collision.

I hit my patience threshold tonight when I almost ran over three little boys playing basketball because I couldn't see around the damn camper from hell and I tried to call the police (to ask about traffic hazards.)

I live in a rural area and there is a central dispatch for about 3 counties and several small townships within them. After explaining to the poor dispatcher where I lived for 20 minutes, an officer who could help me gets on the line. I explain the situation, I am on my way out, I am afraid when I come from work at 3 a.m. I am going to turn the corner and slam into the back of this RV. (Which has nearly happened several times in the 6 years we have lived here.)

Our street, and neighborhood, do not have street lights/lamps and it is a bad situation. Park a 50 foot by 20 foot RV in the middle of a blind curve, and you're asking for trouble.

So I get a call on my cell from the officer who said he'd go check it out; I missed the call since mobile was on vibrate, but he left a message.

He clearly agreed it was a traffic problem and asked the neighbor to shut the side (kind of like an accordion) hanging out into the street. The officer said on the voice mail they complied but were "kind of upset, so, um, call me back if there is any harassment tonight."

Nice.

Now I am afraid to let the dogs outside. Nothing like a vengeful neighbor to brighten your Friday night. Should I have gone to this neighbor directly? Well, if this were a sane and rational neighborhood, sure. It is FAR from that.

My neighbors are stuck in "junior high mode." They are very petty and because we don't get along (getting to that part) they ignore me (which is fine) but also don't allow my children to play with theirs. I try to wave and they actively stare at me and very deliberately turn their backs to me.

Four years ago a group of "us gals" went camping and used one of the neighbor's cabin in upstate PA. Only 4 of us went yet the WHOLE neighborhood is involved in this soap opera. The 4 of us spent the weekend drinking and shooting the breeze. Talked about the kids, our husbands, played board games; a perfect get away for 4 moms.

We get back to the real world and about a week later one of the husbands asked how the weekend went and joked if we talked about "our men" the whole time. My response was along the lines of "you know how we women are", or some such BS. The wife confronts me, very very very very (you get the gist) angrily and tells me I am ruining her marriage because she wasn't supposed to/allowed to (shrug) talk about her personal life/husband/sex (?).

So, the neighbors starting falling like dominoes. I think I am left with 3 people out of 15 that will even wave at me anymore. It is silly.

I want to move so badly. I expressed this to another neighbor when she struck up a conversation with me at an event we were both attending. She felt the same way and let me know she was the "new pariah". In fact, both of us had been on the MLS sites looking for anywhere else to live.

Do we ever grow up? Sadly, most of us don't. Some of us get voice mail from the police. I am so tired.